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Monday, June 10, 2013

Greetings in the Lord's Name!!!

I apologize for this late advice. I have not updated this blog for a couple of years. But this blog is resumed in the other blog, "The Heart Where I Will Speak," the continuation of "As The Wind Blows" at 
http://www.eyeof1001.blogspot.com

My blog-name "Gio C. Tijano" is only a screen name; and this is changed to "Ferdinand of the Divine Mercy." On the why I am using a screen name and the usage of the current name is to be obscure in this e-mission, as per advice via a dream-vision I had of the Blessed Virgin Mary. 

My prayers and God bless, everyone! 

Monday, October 31, 2011

A soul guides me to his grave to see his name so I would pray for him



If souls go out their way of the netherworld to ask for prayers from the living, how eager would these souls be once they know of a person who is as eager as to pray for them even without them asking for it?

And how the soul helps you out especially when you, the intercessor, never know its name! 

The soul I wanted to pray for was the soul of the father of a friend. 

But this friend would not give me the name of her father no matter how I insisted. 

It might be because this friend resented over my non-appearance to her father's funeral. 

I was broke at the time, nothing to even buy load for my cellular phone to contact and inform her of the matter. 

I was even too sick to walk my way to the wake. 

And because of this, I never knew the cemetery where the remains of her father were to be buried. 

After the burial, I was able to secure some money to contact her and asked for the name -- for prayers! 

But she would not reply pertaining to her father's name. 

I was thinking, she might change religion that never believes in soul-praying. 

Well, enough of speculations! 

The soul would find ways to let me know its name. 

For, I do believe souls are in dire need of prayers. 

Souls even visit the living through dreams to tell of this intercessory need of theirs. 

I left everything to the soul and I let myself forget about it. 

One day, I came to visit my mother's grave. 

And after praying for my mother's soul, I decided to do "slow-walking" towards the interior of the cemetery while saying another rosary -- this time, for other souls. 

Along the way, towards the end of the cemetery, I noticed a freshly-laden grave with the name "Severino" of the family name of my friend. 

"Was your father's name Severino?" I asked my friend via text message. 

Her reply was vague. 

It could be understood as "no" or "yes" by our dialect. 

But a common neighbor of ours whom I had never seen for years came to our house and I had the chance to ask for the name of the father of our common friend. 

And the reply was: "SEVERINO!" 


Sunday, October 2, 2011

Dream thwarted because of prayers? Or is fulfillment still coming in the days ahead?



When you can see some good things to happen in the future, you feel gifted; but when what you see are bad things to happen, you feel cursed. 

You pray hard it won't ever happen - or even ask helplessly other people to join you in prayers. 

That is my reason why I had my dream published here in my blog: to ask for your intercessions. 

A friend, last September 14, tipped me of a telecast news of an airplane bound to our city that returned to its airport-origin because of "engine malfunction" minutes after take-off. 

Good that it returned and landed safely despite the problem. 

Had the passenger aircraft proceeded, my dream would have happened! 

I had a dream of an airplane that exploded upon landing to our city airport. 

I hope, the fulfillment of that dream was thwarted by prayers! 

O God, spare our city from this bleak experience.

More prayers, please, O generous souls!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Michael Jackson, 'Ben' and me




It was probably three days before the end of the singer.
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BEN, THE TWO OF US NEED LOOK NO MORE
WE BOTH FOUND WHAT WE WERE LOOKING FOR
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It was night, I was walking by the street, and I heard the song on the radio.
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WITH A FRIEND TO CALL MY OWN
I'LL NEVER BE ALONE
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I did not know the exact lyrics of the song but it seemed to have a bond in my soul.
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AND YOU MY FRIEND WILL SEE
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
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It seemed to be speaking about me. It seemed to be I am he.
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BEN, YOU'RE ALWAYS RUNNING HERE AND THERE.

But I am not running, I am walking "here and there" - and everywhere.
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YOU FEEL YOU'RE NOT WANTED ANYWHERE
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God knows it is the longing of the deepest of me to find a friend who likes and loves me as I am.
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IF YOU EVER LOOK BEHIND
AND DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU FIND

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Yes, many like me because of my "innocence" and "meekness."
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THERE'S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW
YOU'VE GOT A PLACE TO GO
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But when this "many" know about the "secret," it is better that they have not ever liked me before.
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I USED TO SAY "I" AND "ME"
NOW IT'S "US," NOW IT'S "WE"

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It is better that they leave me alone because, in the end, I will always be alone.
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BEN, MOST PEOPLE WOULD TURN YOU AWAY
I DON'T LISTEN TO A WORD THEY SAY
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I understand why Michael changed color - why the change of the face.
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THEY DON'T SEE YOU AS I DO
I WISH THEY WOULD TRY TO
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It was but to be liked and to be loved.
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I'M SURE THEY'D THINK AGAIN
IF THEY HAD A FRIEND LIKE BEN
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But, Michael, no matter what we do, people will never ever like the thing that is inside of us.
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LIKE BEN
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But when I hear the song, I feel it was not you who sang it for me: but Someone - Who loves every bit of us - and Who can change everything for us.
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LIKE BEN.

And, as I remembered you in the past, I can only pray for your soul to meet Him there.



Monday, August 15, 2011

Another dream: a closer look to a previous dream of an airplane explosion?



The other day, I dreamed again of an airplane explosion.

Was it the city of my birth where I am presently residing, the setting of my dream?

Yes, I dreamed of it again -- this time, I saw the impact of the falling airplane on the ground as I was near the place where the airplane fell and exploded!

Was it a continuation -- or a closer look -- of my dream before?

To read my earlier dream of an airplane explosion, please click the following link:


In my latest dream, the airplane looked like a big stone that fell from the sky; and great was the impact so that the whole city was in a mess!

It was like the aftermath of a war!

Local economy was paralyzed.

All I see was misery.

It was in gray and white -- the vision of the dream.

And I woke up so sad and exhausted from the feeling of the bleak experience.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

A prophet's dream: A steel box opens in the desert

Photo by Michael Hansen
[Blogger's Note: I have a friend by the name of Don Stewart, a non-Catholic minister, who dreamed about me some years ago that came to pass only this year. The following is his dream written in his own words. -Gio C. Tijano.] 


I was overwhelmed by this DREAM. 
I saw a sharply defined picture of a desert for miles and miles. I could see the dry, parched wasteland spotted with cacti and tumbleweeds. 
Further out in the desert were several broken-down cars in need of repair. The cars were parked outside a ramshackle, decaying house. There were signs of termites, insects and rotten wood around the edges. 
Outside of the house, it was as if I saw YOU, Brother [Gio], looking very discouraged.Then, I saw a mechanic with a tool box fixing the cars. 
I saw carpenters fixing the house. 
I saw a cart loaded down with food. 
As I watched, you looked around and didn't know quite what to do. 
Then I saw you take a shovel and start digging and there was a steel box that you could not open up. It was then that I saw a hand reaching down from the sky and opening up the steel box. 
Then I woke up. 
I must tell you what this Prophetic DREAM means, Brother [Gio]. IT IS VERY GOOD. 

[Blogger's Note: Please click this link for the fulfillment of this dream: 
http://poet-of-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-last-opening-of-steel-box-dream.html -Gio.]

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

I, a complaining toy as Job!

Please, God, don't treat me as though I'm dead.
A corpse that cannot react to any stimulus. 
Though limited is my knowledge, I know I've had enough.
Time and again, You've said, "You have suffered long enough." 
And yet, I'm still suffering. 
You should, please, give me a lift -- if burdened is what You see in me. 
But You haven't. 
Why so, God, why so? 
Is this the lot of those You've given graces? 
Is being special synonymous to being cursed? 
But I'm cursed already -- in fact, piles of curses are upon me because of my ancestral sins. 
To the best I could, I've done whatever You say would release me from bondage. 
But You choose not to set me free. 
Or, is it how cursed my family is? 
But I should have been freed by now -- even from a curse or two! 
Or, is it You Who choose not to give me this freedom? 
Am I Your toy? 
Yes, You can do with me as You please. 
But -- please! -- I ain't as saintly as Therese of the Child was. 
She who gave herself to You as Your Own Toy. 
I, too, am Your toy -- but a complaining toy as Job!